"Bring your gumboots and rain coat, we're going on an adventure"
Lost, going around in circles; embarrassing.
Rainy, sick, "Let's go".
Pizza! Closed... cue more embarrassment.
Car rides along the main street, soft music playing
"Can I borrow that towel for my hair?"
Picks place to eat.
"Let's become humans again"
Dry hair, deodorant, changing shoes.
Struggle...
Horn blaring.
"This looks weird. Windows fogging, horn going, scraggly hair"
Awkward belly laughs.
Best avocado burger and aioli chips ever.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 3:12 AM UTC
Happy Father's Day, Dad
One day of the year, a thousand emotions
Never pin pointing one
Anger, sadness, frustration, I love him, guilt for not loving him, confusion
Confusion above all for not knowing which to choose
18 years and still not knowing...
My heart aches for him,
My heart aches because of him
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 8:55 PM UTC
Going to rip the chains from my body,
Run wild,
Fly high,
Soar,
Leap,
Fall,
Tears...
Stand back up,
Jump,
Live,
Love,
Dance,
Freedom,
Chains broken,
Forever
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC
Thoughts bustle left and right,
Pulling limbs from every direction,
Taunting voices swirling around and around,
Never one louder than the rest,
All loud noise,
Never settling,
An endless static buzz consuming every bone in my body,
Not knowing where to turn,
Forever dizzy,
210 days until still silence
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
God, strip me back,
Cast all my demons back to the shadows,
Then mould me, shape me,
Into the person I know, deep down, you created me to be
Hold my hand for the journey is far,
Hold it tight and never let me go,
I need you, God, I can't do it on my own,
Make me vulnerable, make me feel every hurt, let me fall
But drag me up and let your love pour in like floods,
Fill me up,
God, strip me back and create the daughter you destined me to be
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
I loathe the fact that a boy I don't even know can fill me with so much insecurity.
Sep 10, 2014
Sep 10, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?"
Answer: that you are here; that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 8:02 AM UTC
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.
The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman is not in a ****** mole, but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
There is a girl who I wish I was.
she has a vase of dying daisies next to her bed
and she has holes in the bottom of her boots
but imperfection is beauty
She has learned to live with what she has.
She has learned to forget what she doesn’t.
There is no such thing as negativity
or a word to speak bad about someone else
she has learned to accept.
she dreams through a field of flowers and blue sky
that goes on forever
and she understands the concept of time
present only lasts for so long
present will eventually fade into future
and past can be forgotten or remembered
Things heal.
Things get better.
She empties her pockets of change on the street
and never asks or expects anything back
because she knows how to care about others
more then herself
knows what struggle is
and she puts pity to a perspective
of making a difference
She sees herself as no better then anyone else
she measures giving and happiness
on a scale of equality
and she doesn’t keep track of how much help she has given
because she always has more to give
So there will never be a final total
She woke up late this morning
and she bashed her toe in the door
and she slipped on the sidewalk
and she forgot her books
and to eat breakfast
and everything has gone the wrong way.
But everybody struggles.
and complaints are meaningless words
to fill the space
they are ****** up by people
and build habits of unhappiness
in a place of unsatisfaction
things can always be worse.
She has learned to live with what she has.
She has learned to forget what she doesn’t.
She has learned to forgive and giveback.
Everyday there will be a sunrise
and a sunset
and the hours in-between
and after dark
will end.
They will not be wasted.
Apr 18, 2014
Apr 18, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC